Swallowing hard and rubbing my hands over my face, I turn around and face the wall, surprised at how easily and hard he just made me come that I can still feel myself throbbing and aching for more. I’m not ready to go to sleep yet.
“What about you?” I ask softly.
Grabbing my shoulder, he turns me around. “What about me?”
I swallow and look down at his painfully hard erection. “Don’t you need release?”
Letting out a long breath, he pushes down on his cock. “If you touch me, I will end up fucking you. My head is too fucked up right now to keep any restraint. It’s best if we both just go to sleep.”
Reaching up to yank my shirt off, I swallow back my nerves and meet his eyes. “No one said that I have to touch you.”
Growling out, he sits up on his knees and grips my neck, rubbing his thumb over it. He lightly squeezes it, while reaching behind me with his other hand and undoing my bra, letting it fall down to reveal my bare breasts.
His eyes devour my tits as he runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “Fuck, Avalon. Are you still drunk? What the fuck are you doing to me right now?”
I arch my back to give him easier access to my body as he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and admires my bare flesh. “Maybe just a little, but not enough to not know what I’m doing.”
My heart is pounding so fast right now that I wouldn’t be surprised if Royal could see it with each beat or even feel it from his closeness. I’ve never been this bold before, but he has a way of making me want to do things that I never have before.
“Fucking shit . . .” He releases my neck and backs away from me to get a better look. “Fucking perfection.”
Grabbing my panties with both hands, he rips them open at the side and yanks them from my body, causing me to grip onto the blanket in surprise as I slide down it.
His teeth dig into his bottom lip and he moans as he spreads my legs open, baring my slick, wet pussy to him. “So fucking beautiful.”
Having his dark eyes on me makes me feel an instant rush throughout my body. I can feel myself starting to sweat as I wait for his next move. I want him to touch me so damn bad, almost as much as I want to touch him.
Lowering the front of his tight briefs, he pulls his thick erection out and wraps his strong hand around it, stroking it. I swear I about die just from the sight of it. “Touch yourself,” he growls out.
With my whole body heated by the sight of him touching himself, I lower my hand between my legs and follow his command. The faster I move and the louder I moan, the faster and harder he seems to stroke himself.
Holy hell . . . What a dangerously beautiful sight.
I lick my lips and moan out as a drop of his pre-cum slides down the tip of his dick, coating his head as he continues to stroke it so damn good that I find myself on the brink of another orgasm.
It’s not from my own pleasure or the way I’m touching myself. Honestly, I’ve always had a hard time finding any kind of orgasm. It’s the way that he touches himself and knows how to pleasure so well that has me clenching and screaming out.
“Oh my God . . . Yes, Royal . . .” I pant. I close my eyes and shake as my orgasm rolls through me. I don’t open my eyes again until I hear him growl out in pleasure and feel his warm cum hit my breasts.
“Fucking shit.” Taking a deep breath, Royal reaches his free hand behind my neck and pulls me closer to him with force, stroking out every last drop of his release.
Releasing his still hard cock, he runs both his hands through his hair, while breathing heavily.
I can’t help but to keep my eyes on him in wonder as he gets off the bed and reaches for his shirt to clean me up. Our eyes meet, but neither one of us speaks.
After cleaning me off, he stands up and starts cleaning himself off.
Seeing him standing there, breathing hard, with his dick in his hand and his eyes closed is so damn beautiful. I get an ache in my chest because I can’t just reach out and touch him. I want to so badly, but don’t want to push him anymore tonight.
“Now we can go to sleep,” I say shakily.
Clenching his jaw, he walks out of his room still naked.
I lay here for twenty minutes, before realizing that there’s rock music softly coming from the room next door. I’m assuming he’s in the same room that I walked in on him that first night: his workout room. He’s most likely working out his frustrations and a part of me feels bad that I may have just caused him more.
I really don’t know what came over me tonight, and I’m hoping that I wake up tomorrow with a clear head and realize that it was just the alcohol and lack of orgasm speaking.
Taking a long breath, I close my eyes and lay here restless for what feels like forever, until I finally end up dozing off, feeling a bit ashamed, yet completely turned on by him at the same time.
HE COMES AT ME SLOWLY, yet it’s so powerful and intoxicating that the air gets sucked straight from my lungs. Every muscle in his body is tense, his tattooed flesh moist with sweat as he stares down at me with an intensity that has me gripping the sheets around me. He’s breathing heavily, his lips slightly parted as his powerful eyes meet mine and capture them. I’m lost in his darkness, wanting to be right there with him.
He doesn’t say a word as he crawls above me, and in one swift movement he bites onto my neck as he rips my shirt open, baring my breasts to him.
I moan out in desire, just wanting to touch him, to feel my hands on him in any way I can, but when I reach for him . . . I can’t move my arms.
I struggle against the leather restraints but they’re too tight. I can’t move. His mouth hovers above mine so dangerously close that I can almost taste him. His sweet breath caresses my lips, but I can’t reach them. I can only breathe in his scent and it’s driving me completely mad.
My desire to touch him is too strong, fueling me to lash out. I want to feel him, I need to, but I’m afraid I’ll never get the chance, so I scream so painfully loud that my throat feels raw.
I need this man . . .
I wake up gripping the sheets so tightly that my fingers hurt. I feel a bead of sweat trickle down my heated neck and look around me as I fight to catch my breath.
It takes me a few seconds to realize that I’m in Royal’s empty bed. He never came back last night. I’m not sure that I expected him to, but a part of me hoped that he would.
I’ve never had such an intense dream in my life; that I have to admit. I’m a bit freaked out by the way it’s left me feeling. It felt so damn real; too real.